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It's the yearning when I miss

Le 12 septembre 2017, 04:24 dans Humeurs 0


Floating clouds left the sky a green shade, the Miss World in August point print print spot, into the brain. Portraits of the city appeared in their minds and printed. Let Miss up leaves, petals while not yet open, slow growth. Slowly you walked into the flowers, the scent of flowers, float into your heart is not the taste of flowers.

In the rain I try to paint you. Paint your eyes and your saddest eyes. Flashing, looking far away. In the distance, there is your hometown. Where has your childhood, has your growth, has your joy, also has your sadness. I keep your watch on an ordinary sheet of white paper, but the white paper is unusual because of your image. When you returned to your hometown, I became a tourist in my hometown. On the slates of moss road ---

Sunset, hanging a ray of red light on the mountain, with pen and paper depicting your appearance, why not adorn your dimples when smiling?. The distance between you and the youth left behind, with the sunset blurred in the dark. We are used to recalling the memory of youth; to use debauchery to show the madness; to hold the memorial dream with embarrassment. When memories flash past, the present time, the rest is not memories, but memories of sadness, stranded on the beach without the sea. Along with the wind, accompanied by rain, with you and me, drifted in the direction of no coordinates.

It is said that the sea has a broad chest, which can hold all rivers and absorb rivers. But the rivers are sweet and light. The water of the sea is dry, bitter and salty. Who knows, the salty taste is all the fish left in tears, tell their own suffering. Stay in that river, and leave a lover and friend.

Breathing the same air, two people, there is a distant distance. Distance has not changed you and me, but you and I have changed our lives, followed by different people, listening to different things, in the corner of the city. Quiet thoughts, quiet life, the same is that you and I are guarding a peaceful life, the loss of the same good.

Cross road neon lights, or three colors. Not too much to stop, nor waved too early. The best thing in life is to keep this. Just like the best of us, we can't always wait in our memories. You know, we can't find the lost youth, not to put across in the memories of youth.

多少的沾染上它的氣質

Le 5 septembre 2017, 08:14 dans Humeurs 0

 

這種氣質可能怎麼說都不過分,因為幾乎可以在它身上看到總是那麼與眾不同的印記,我那麼的酷愛旅行,每次到一個新的地方,剛剛出機場或火車站的那一刻,卻總像遇見了闊別已久的故人,不由自主地相視一笑。我曾一年間去了黃河邊上的古渡口,看著洶湧之後的河無言以對的靜靜流,去過李白的家,面對著他身後千餘年的老鄉浪漫地唱一曲《春夜洛城聞笛》,我也曾上過嵩山少林古刹,從來自印度、哥倫比亞、新西蘭等等異國友人的口中感受中華武術的震撼力,還有武當金頂,感受這個國度的哲學。我想,就算是一塊長城的磚,一個秦軍的俑,便足以用沉默的壯烈昭告威嚴,就算一只青花紋的碗,一張黑白的帖,也足夠承載綿延的底蘊。這些印記如歷史遺物,勾起愈演愈烈的思緒,迷住心竅,誘人千尋 serviced apartments in hong kong

 

這個國度的人,一定想像過這般畫面,續上一頭瀟灑的發,戴一頂古樸的冠,著一襲儒雅的衣,隨便回到哪個年月,邂逅一場英雄救美的戲,或是做一個古樓長立的夢,試問,能有多少地方的過往會如此這般地纏著子孫懷念 hong kong corporate formation

 

我走過這個國度許多地方的山和水,有的是如長白的冰清玉潔和天池結合的玉碗,有的是如灕江和群峰的十裏畫廊,還有的如鸛雀樓邊上的五老峰凝望著靜靜的黃河如同一場山間茶會。造物主在打磨這些的時候,應是萌生了當一個畫家的想法,而且它總在特定的地點鍾情於某一種顏色,你看近景,那麼的單調綿延,你看遠景,又是那麼的繽紛,在百里的綿延裏,幾乎在用一種色調勾勒山峰、描摹江水,手法時而水彩、時而油畫,盯住一幅遠景,又是一幅國畫。畫著畫著,許是累了,忽而一陣狂風迅雷的速寫,氣貫長虹,在無意間把感情拿捏的恰到好處,然後把快幹的筆狠狠地在調色板上戳了幾下,沿著邊緣隨便舔一舔,便在這個國度的邊緣留下一些難以企及的高山、沙漠、沼澤,以保這幅畫千年不壞,這幅畫,構圖豐滿、色調溫潤、線條隨和、筆力儒雅、用情成熟,將華夏文明娓娓道來 旺角通渠

Time and a half, rivers and lakes, a dream

Le 28 août 2017, 11:19 dans Humeurs 0

窗外的雨浙瀝著紅塵的無數,被氣息暈開的天空,沈著壹絲無動於衷的感念。我從時光的起點走來,去往未知的路上。壹路走來的那些酸甜苦辣,早已把最初的純真打磨得所剩無幾,當歲月洗去所謂的生活的困頓,留下的可否是那簡簡單單的平凡?

 

時光淡薄了緣聚人散的來往,歲月輕寫著天涯不斷的紅塵煙雨,而我們,還能想起多少往日的片段陪伴妳我。那走過的曾今,那些散去的身影,依稀在這落雨的時節,瞬間劃過我在凝望的雙眼,當畫面不再那麽清晰可見,當記憶不再是回味後的甘甜,然而,我還能留住多少故事的感動,牽絆著心中絲絲的感傷。

 

蒙蒙煙雨穿輕莎,千山依舊染霜發。被洗禮的人間似乎有著壹絲微微的清涼,融在此刻的心上,也不知道從何時開始,總會在某個特殊的地點和某個場合,莫名的有著壹種無心的感慨,沈在無人問津的心頭,而我就順著這番意念靜靜的紮在思索的路上。

 

情不知所起而壹往情深,念不知為何卻讓人無意的上癮。有的時候也不知道,為什麽就會突然想起很多很多的往事,越想就越是懷念,越懷念就覺得越孤單。也許,想起的遠方有我最初的年少情懷,也許,曾經的風景和那走散的身影,太過於讓人不舍而深陷在回憶的長廊中。

 

時光只是壹束,而我們已經走得太過於遙遠,甚至遠到就連自己都不能認識從前的自己,只是有著看似熟悉的身影和記憶,卻再也找不到最初的身影。等到從回憶中醒來,就會發現自己是越來越陌生。然而,我還能秉持著多少最初的憧景,流連於夢裏夢外之間久久不能自拔。

 

若說人生本是壹場江湖,必須歷練這各種無奈與坎坷,我應該怎樣面對落幕後的孤芳?如果,紅塵本是壹處場場遭遇的延續,而我們又何必太過糾結於得失之間悲喜。也許,我們都是帶著歷劫的任務而來到這塵世,苦難歷練完了也就完成了這人生序章,從此江湖跟妳再也沒有任何瓜葛。

 

或許吧,或許這就是我們,這是歲月留給們唯壹的見證,讓我們想起的總是昨天。所以我們喜歡站在今天回憶舊年,偷偷想著昨天靜靜淚染了雙眼,最後僅留下孤單的影子懸掛在遲遲不肯歸來的夢裏,然後隨著壹聲長長的嘆息,來告別壹場場經年的散去,最終以壹個難言的情懷來支撐如今飄零的時光。

 

時光曾留下過很多個故事給我,而我從來都不曾留下過任何東西給故事。只有著零碎的記憶,還在苦苦等待著被拾起的今天,也許是為了驗證我曾來過的身影,或許是為了祭奠曾經的聲音,也許,僅僅只是我遲遲不肯放下的執著。

 

思索了很久,也想起了許多。曾經的歲月,是再也回不去的生活,未散的記憶,是上天留給我的經歷。

 

嘆壹句長弦風歌晚,寫壹段天涯紅塵散。時光半束人間怎書,江湖壹夢風雨殊途。捧壹壺清茶山間臥,撚壹弦離合是非多。紅塵萬丈蒼華已遠,歲月如弦壹指千年。

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